Phoenix Rising

by Anais Ninja

  “Control?” Dana asked.

  “Having power over someone, or surrendering yourself to them, completely, totally, trusting them, giving yourself to them in a way that goes beyond love and sex.”

  “Have you ever done something like this?” David asked.

  I told David and Dana about the time when Julia had tied me to her bed, how she controlled my pleasure, let it build up gradually, backing off every time I got close to my release. When she did finally let me come, it was spectacular, mindblowing, and I passed out cold and had to be revived with smelling salts.

  “Wow,” David said. He discreetly squeezed the bulge in his jeans, and I reached over and tugged at his zipper, reaching into his pants and fishing out his semi-hard cock. He sighed when I began stroking it. Next to me, Dana had her hand under her dress, and I could see it slowly moving as she played with her little cunny.

  “Promise me you won’t grow up too fast,” I said to them. “You won’t have anything to look forward to when you’re an adult.” David and Dana agreed, and that was the last word on the subject. I’d had no idea how kinky people could be when I was their age, and I began to lament their loss of innocence. There was something to be said for keeping the mystery of sex alive, especially for someone so young.

  “Could I try it?” Dana asked.

  “Try what?”

  “In my bottom,” she replied. “I want to try it that way.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “It’ll hurt, baby.”

  “I know,” she said. “I still want to try.”

  “Davy?” Can you be really gentle?” He nodded, and I could tell he was eager to do this, too. “Okay, hang on a sec while I look for some lubricant.” The tube of KY we’d used when I took David in my ass was back in the master bedroom, and I couldn’t go in there and get it while my father and Mia were still in bed together. I looked around in Dana’s room, but there was nothing but moisturizer and sunscreen. In the bathroom medicine cabinet, however, was a small jar of Vaseline. It would be messy, but it would have to do. Before I returned to David’s bedroom, I fished my vibrator out of my backpack.

  David and Dana already had their clothes off, laying head-to-toe on his bed, licking and sucking each other. When they heard me come in, they both looked up. David’s face was wet with saliva and her juices, and Dana had a hungry look on her face, eager to feel him inside her. I stepped out of my dress and sat down on the bed next to them, caressing their smooth bodies, feeling hungry myself, realizing how much I loved watching them pleasure each other.

  “Get on to your hands and knees, baby,” I cooed. Dana sat up and turned around, bending over and kneeling on the bed, presenting her little tush to me. I leaned over and kissed her soft pink bottom before uncapping the jar of Vaseline. David watched as I spread her cheeks and spread a scoop of jelly over her crack, gently penetrating her tight little hole.

  “How’s that feel, baby?” I asked her.

  “It’s cold,” she said.

  “It’ll warm up in a minute.” I applied more Vaseline to her puckered sphincter, probing her with my pinkie, feeling the jelly begin to warm. I switched to my index finger and Dana began to push back against my hand. Reaching underneath her belly, I lightly teased her puffy lips with my other hand. She started to moan softly. I switched to my thumb, dipping it in the jar of Vaseline and pushing it into Dana’s ass. There was a bit more resistance this time.

  “Relax, baby,” I cooed, taking my other hand from her cleft and caressing her belly. I felt her muscle begin to loosen, accepting my thumb, and I pressed it inward, spreading the grease deeper inside her. “How’s that feel?”

  “Hurts a bit,” she said.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “No, don’t. Keep going.” David watched us from the foot of the bed, slowly stroking himself as I prepared his sister’s bottom for his penis. Dana sighed and began to relax some more, letting me penetrate her all the way to the knuckle of my thumb. I slowly pulled it out and wiped my fingers with a tissue.

  “Want something in your cunny, too?” I asked Dana. She nodded, and I licked the vibrator, moistening it before pressing it against her labia. She gasped as it entered her, and I pushed it in a couple of inches, just enough to keep it from falling out. It was the little one I’d bought when I was living at the shelter, not much bigger than David’s penis.

  “Okay, come here,” I said to David. I positioned him behind his sister and applied a thick coat of Vaseline to his bobbing cock, working it in to his coffee-colored skin with my fingers.

  “Too cold?” I asked him.

  “No, it’s fine,” he said.

  “Ready, Dana?” I asked her.

  “Yes.”

  “Be gentle, David,” I said. “Nice and slow, okay?”

  “Okay,” he said, smiling in anticipation of what was going to happen. I guided his cock up to his sister’s crack, rubbing the slippery tip over her hole.

  “Take a deep breath and try to relax, baby,” I said to her. She did so, and David began to press forward with his hips. Dana let out a little gasp when the tip of his beautiful cock popped inside her.

  “Slowly, David,” I urged him. “Take it slow.” He nodded and placed his hands on his sister’s slim hips, pulling her closer. His glistening shaft began to disappear between her rosy cheeks.

  “You okay, baby?” I asked her, caressing her belly and chest.

  “Yes...yes...,” she whispered.

  “You like this, Davy?”

  “So tight...,” he said, his teeth clenched. Little by little he pushed his tool into Dana’s tight little hole until he was buried to the hilt, the bit of pubic fuzz around the base of his cock rubbing against his sister’s bottom. I reached between her legs and twisted the base of the vibrator, making it softly purr inside her cunny. Dana gasped again and pressed her ass back against her brother’s hips. They stayed motionless for a moment and then he began to pull back, his shiny shaft reappearing, only the tip remaining inside.

  “I can feel it,” he said. “That buzzing. Inside her.”

  “How do you feel?” I asked her.

  “Annie...so good...,” she murmured. I leaned over and kissed her as her brother began to fill her again. She turned her head and our lips met, tongue seeking tongue as I caressed her smooth back.

  I could tell that David was having a hard time keeping control of his urge to thrust faster, to pound his sister’s little ass. I sat up and stroked his firm bottom, watching his cock sink into Dana’s tight hole, only to emerge again, slick with Vaseline.

  “Easy, Davy,” I said. “Take it easy.”

  “It’s hard...I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

  “You’re doing fine, sweetie,” I said. “Right, Dana?”

  “Yes...yes...,” she gasped. “Ah...ah...ah...Annie...”

  “Come, baby,” I urged her. “Let yourself go.” I reached under her belly and turned the vibrator up to its highest setting, and Dana began to convulse, her arms trembling and then giving way. She grabbed one of David’s pillows and clutched it, moaning as she reached her climax. Her thighs and bottom quivered, and David readjusted his hold on her hips, trying to keep from slipping out of her bottom. He managed to stay inside her, despite her spasms, and he began to lose his control, thrusting faster, deeper, pounding his sister’s little bottom. I reached between his legs and gently squeezed his swinging balls. He gasped, muttered something under his breath, and buried his cock to the hilt. I felt his balls twitch as he unloaded his sperm inside Dana’s belly, and even after he came he kept thrusting, only slower and shallower than before. Finally, he stopped and pulled out. There was a soft “plop” sound as the tip of his penis popped out of Dana’s ass, like a wine bottle being uncorked.

  “Wow,” he said, sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Wow. Fucking wow.”

  “You okay, baby?” I asked Dana. Her ass was still sticking up in the air, and I kissed her bottom as I reached betwee
n her legs, turning off the vibrator and pulling it from her cunny. She let out another little gasp and then collapsed on her side, a big smile lighting up her face. I stretched out next to her and brushed the hair away from her face, kissing her lovely cheek as I hugged her.

  “That was great,” she cooed, agreeing with her brother. He laid down on the other side of her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing each of her fingers in turn before leaning down to kiss her on the lips. I got out of bed and fetched a wet washcloth, returning to bed and sitting next to them, cleaning Dana’s greasy bottom first before washing David’s messy cock. We laid on the bed together, Dana sandwiched between us.

  “Sleepy, baby?” I asked her, after she yawned. She nodded. “Let get you into the bath and then I’ll tuck you into bed, okay?”

  “Thank you, Annie,” she said, rolling over and kissing me. I led her into the bathroom and started filling the tub with warm water. David pulled on his pajamas and followed us, closing the doors and turning on the ventilation fan. He had another joint, and we smoked it as we waited for the bathtub to fill with warm water. I gave Dana a quick bath, scrubbing her bottom so she wouldn’t have to go to school smelling of Vaseline and semen. She sat there quietly, exhausted but happy, smiling as I washed her creamy skin. After David went back into his room, I dried her off with a towel and helped her into her nightie, hanging up our clothes and putting on my new white satin chemise.

  “Does your bottom hurt, baby?” I asked her as I tucked her into her bed.

  “A little,” she said. “But it’s okay. It feels like I took a big poop.”

  “Go to sleep then,” I said, kissing her ruby lips.

  “Good night, Annie.”

  “Good night, sweetheart,” I whispered. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she said, giving me a hug.

  The pot should have made me drowsy, but I was still wide awake. It was still early, just past ten at night, so I grabbed my journal, intending to write about the day before I went to bed. As an afterthought, I grabbed my vibrator, too, and quietly left the room after watching Dana fall asleep.

  I poured myself a glass of wine from one of the bottles in the refrigerator and went into Mia’s office. She and my father were still locked in their bedroom, but I wanted some privacy in case either of them got out of bed and went into the kitchen or the living room. I sat on the couch in her office and wrote about the events of the day, every so often taking a sip of wine.

  Writing about watching my father and Krystle had sex, how she held me open for him, the shower we took afterwards, seeing Dana and the dog, and helping David fuck his sister’s ass left me horny, an empty feeling between my legs. I put my journal aside and took another sip of wine, picking up my vibrator and licking the tip. I could taste a trace of Dana’s nectar on the pink rubber phallus. Hiking up the hem of my chemise, I twisted the vibrator’s base, making it hum in my hand, and spread my thighs, bringing the purring vibe down to my cleft. I parted my lips with one hand and brought the tip of the vibrator to my clit with the other, feeling the oscillations spreading through my whole body.

  In the privacy of Mia’s office, I brought myself to a quiet climax, barely making a sound as I came. I turned off the vibe, licking the moisture from its rubbery skin. It tasted like me now, not Dana. I put it down and took a sip of my wine, feeling the urge to crawl into bed with someone, anyone, and cuddle up against a warm body. I was wondering if David was still awake when the door to Mia’s office opened. Instinctively, I pulled down the hem of my chemise. The vibrator, however, was laying next to me on the couch.

  “There you are,” my father said, walking into Mia’s office. His bathrobe was loosely tied, and he had a drink in his hand. “I looked for you in Dana’s room and the living room, but...” His eyes fell on the pink object laying on the cushion next to me.

  “Daddy...”

  “I see you’ve got a little friend,” he said, picking up the vibrator and sitting down next to me. I could tell he wanted to sniff it, but instead he just put it down on the arm of the couch, on top of my journal. He took a sip of his scotch and swirled the glass. The ice made a soft tinkling sound.

  “It helps me relax, Daddy.”

  “I’m sure it does,” he said. “I wish Mia would buy one.”

  “Is she okay? I haven’t seen her since dinner.”

  “She’s fine. Sleeping right now,” my father said. “I fucked her twice.”

  “You did?” Of course, I sort of knew this, but I tried to sound surprised.

  “Yeah. Nice and gentle, like you said.”

  “That’s good, Daddy.” I reached for his hand and squeezed it.

  “Wish I had something left for my little girl, but I’m all fucked out,” he said. “Sorry, kitten.”

  “That’s okay, Daddy.” I scootched over on the couch, snuggling up next to him, laying my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. This was the warm body I craved.

  “Is this your diary?” my father asked, tapping the cover of my journal.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Can I read it?”

  “Please don’t. It’s private.”

  “I understand,” he said. “I’ll respect your privacy. I wish we didn’t keep any secrets from each other, though.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he said. “I guess a girl has to have some secrets, right?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” My father kissed my cheek and stroked my hair.

  “Last night you said that there were some things that you’d done, that if you ever told me I’d never be able to think of you as my little girl.” He took another sip of his drink. “I wish you would trust me enough to tell me.”

  “I...I can’t, Daddy.”

  “You know you’ll always be my little girl.”

  “I know, but...”

  “Are they any worse than what you saw today?”

  “Yes,” I said. “They are.”

  “I wish you could tell me,” he said.

  “Maybe some day,” I said. I reached for my wine and took a sip and then another, feeling a welcome warmth spread through my body.

  “Princess...”

  “Daddy...”

  “Tell me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Please.” My father said this like a pleading child, entreating his parents to let him stay up late or something.

  I took another sip of my wine and reached for my journal, holding it in my lap. The vibrator fell off of the cover and skittered along the floor, coming to rest at my feet. I reached down and picked it up, dropping it next to me on the couch.

  I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to trust him, and I wanted him to trust me, but I felt like there was a barrier between us. Perhaps, in time, this rift would close. But if I told him about my life on the streets it might drive a permanent wedge between us. I decided to risk it by telling him everything.

  “Daddy, you have to promise me something.”

  “Anything, princess,” he said. “Anything at all.”

  “Promise me that you’ll always love me.”

  “Of course.”

  “Say it. Please.”

  “I’ll always love you, no matter what,” he said. “I promise.” He kissed me on the cheek and held me tight. I felt safe, loved, and I began to relax.

  “After my stepfather died, they placed me in a foster home.”

  “Who is ‘they’?” my father asked.

  “This state agency. Child Services. Julia tried to get custody of me, but she had a stroke and died.”

  “Julia?” he asked.

  “Our neighbor in Maine. She was a really, really good friend.”

  “Okay, go on,” my father said.

  “This elderly couple ran the home. It was awful. The food was horrible and I had to share a room with this girl named Denise. She was a heroin addict.”

  “Did you do...?”

  “No, Daddy. I hate needles. Anyway, Mr. Hubba
rd, the guy who owned the home, he’d corner me in the bathroom and feel me up and try to kiss me and stuff.”

  “Annie...” my father said, sounding mortified.

  “One night he made me suck him. That’s when I ran away. I took a bus to Boston, but I didn’t have a place to stay. I ended up sleeping in the bathroom of this building, it was like a factory, but it was mostly artists and musicians living there. I met this cool guy named Michael and stayed with him a few days. Then his girlfriend came back from a trip and she kicked me out.”

  “You were sleeping with him?”

  “Yes. Then I spent the night in the back seat of a parked cab but the driver kicked me out the next morning. That’s how I ended up in that shelter. It was run by Father Ken, and it was all boys, except for me. I thought I was safe there, but then Father Ken started to touch me. Every night there would be priests eating dinner with us, then they’d spend some time with the kids there, alone, in their rooms.” I let the implications of this fact sink in.

  “I see,” my father said. “He just touched you? Nothing more?”

  “No, there was more, much more. I slept with him. Then he started introducing me to other priests, and I slept with them, too. They gave him money. Sometimes he’d give me some, telling me to buy some new clothes or something, but he mostly kept it for himself.” There was more to this story, like my relationship with Manny, Billy, and Chris, and Sister Katherine, too. But I didn’t want to spend all night telling him about the shelter.

  “This priest pimped you to other priests?” my father said, incredulous.

  “Pretty much,” I said. “Then this girl arrived at the shelter. Megan. She was eight or nine years old, such pretty red hair, an angel. She was so scared, but I took care of her, like she was my own little girl. But then Father Ken started touching her, too. I tried to talk to him about this, to tell him that she was too young for the things he wanted to do, but he beat me up and forced himself on me. It hurt. It hurt so much. The next day I found Megan all bloody and bruised. She was torn up inside. I got her to the hospital just in time...” I felt my voice trail off and the tears began to flow. I missed her, and not knowing what happened to her after I left her at the hospital felt like a scar on my heart that would never go away.